Royal Court
F1 Driver!Reader
Brittany Broski x Reader (platonic)
Pato O’Ward x Wife!Reader
F1’s current female driver is invited to be on Brittany Broski’s Royal Court! Do they match each others freak?
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IKR Filming--
It was a little warm in the small studio, especially because of the heavy lighting and costume velvet surrounding me; however, I could not be more excited. It was summer break, and the first thing I did was get on a flight and explore LA with my dear friend Brittany Broski. I've been a long term fan of hers and somewhere along the way, through a string of comments and shared fans, we began an online friendship. She invited me to be on her show, Royal Court, and I jumped at the chance. That brought me here, inside the studio, sun kissed by the California sun, and decked out in a crown and cloak. I smiled at Brittany as she spoke, "Welcome to Royal Court! The show where pop culture royalty compete for a spot on my trusted council. Today I am joined by most feared jouster, please welcome Lady YN LN!"
The room filled with gently applause as I strutted onto set! I used my arms to make the cloak flow in the "wind." This earned a laugh and bigger applause from Brittany. Before taking a seat, I dramatically bowed to her, "your highness! Its an honor to be in your presents."
"My liege! How was your journey?" she jokes.
"Dragons these days, they just seem to be getting smaller and smaller! But the carriage ride was simple lovely!"
"Ahhh yes, I'll make a note to beef them up in the realm," we laugh amongst each other and I reach over to grab her hand. She held it back in a smaller welcome before shuffling the aged paper in her hands, "Lady YN, are you ready for the trials set before you today?"
"I want to say yes, but with you I never know!"
"Watch your tongue madame, or I'll have you thrown in the dungeon!" She sends me a pointed look before chucking and continuing on, "Without further ado, let the trials begin!"
Brittany clapped twice and I braced myself, first the main lights went off and then two direct spot lights flashed on. Despite knowing this was going to happen, I was still caught by surprise. Her team chuckled at my slow blinks and shocked expression, "and here I thought my new tan would look good."
"Yea the lights wash us out a bit."
"Mmh, you just couldn't let anyone look better than you! I'm on to you Brit," I muse. The team behind the cameras laugh at my accusation, before Brittany carries the show onward.
"Ms. LN, we're starting this trial off with a very serious question. Please prepare yourself."
"Yes ma'am, hit me."
"How do you not pee in the suit? Like genuinely, I need logistics." I immediately leaned forward laughing, and I heard Brittany lose it next to me. As soon as I composed my self, I made eye contact with Brittany and we both lost it again.
After catching our breaths I begin my answer, "I know for some drivers who do pee in their suits, this is a hard thing to do, but for me I keep it in mostly with the overwhelming need to preserve my dignity. I am also not a stranger to last minute bathroom break."
"I feel like I would pee in the car."
"I have no doubt in my mind that you would. I personally can't imagine looking my team in the face and being like 'great race today, also there's a puddle of my piss that needs cleaning from the seat.'"
"No yea, that makes sense."
"Would that stop you?"
"Probably not," she looks down at her papers, "these next few are about guys in the dating sense, so buckle up and forget about your husband for a minute. Can you do that for me, ma’am?”
I laugh at her antics before nodding seriously, “I think I can manage.”
She nods back, “firstly, do you get the ick when a guy doesn't know how to drive stick? I feel like if I was paid to drive around 200 mph on a manual steering car, if a man couldn't even do that in a regular car, I couldn't do him."
"Uhhh not really. It’s also a different kind of manual, so that helps them. If they can't drive at all, then I really get the ick, ya know? You're a grown man and can't even travel long distances without someone else's help, what else can't you do wash your ass? No thanks, pass."
Brittany bursted out into a belly laugh before replying, "thats so real."
"Like I don't mind if he's a passenger princess by choice..."
"But he needs to be able to get behind the wheel if the time calls."
"Exactly! But, all that to say I did bag a racing driver so no worries here!"
"That's right! Girl, you married a man who can, not only drive fast, but he looks damn good doing it!"
"Damn right he does!” I giggle before bragging on Pato even more, “he can drive stick, manual, and open wheel!"
Brittany looks away from me to make eye contact with the center camera, "this is what an icon looks like. Take notes. Next up, what's more intense, driving a hairpin turn in the rain, or trying to explain to a man on Hinge what you do for a living?"
"Explaining the job is easy, especially if I named dropped Max or Charles. What's really intense is explaining basic empathy to men on Hinge," I answer, chuckling.
"Thats so true queen, but I can't imagine you, out of all the women out there, fighting with a man to understand empathy."
"Listen," an embarrassed blush creeps onto my face, "there was a time, when a young YN was riding the F1 rookie high. Men from all different countries took me out and when you're with a 10/10 hottie, sometimes you put up with some red flags. But guess what? It all worked out in the end!" I smile at the camera over Brittany's shoulder and flashed the rings on my left hand.
Brittany let out a laugh, "yes ma'am! I LOVE you!! To wrap up my section about men, who's the hottest F1 driver and why is it always the brooding one who never smiles?"
I playfully sigh and look down, "it always comes back to Kimi Räikkönen, doesn't it?"
"Listen there is something about a grumpy man who has a soft spot for me and me only!" We broke out into another laughing section, causing me to grab my stomach, "anyway, you are the paddock queen of side quests."
I begin looking around the studio, this causes Brittany to stop reading her question and her crew to laugh, "I think you're wrong there Brit, I only ever drive and sleep. I have 100% focus all the time. "
"Ahh yes you are so correct, thats my bad. Please forgive me."
"No," I state flatly. We make eye contact once again and begin to laugh.
"So if you were to go on a side quest, like the Met Gala after party with Sir Lewis Hamilton, do you show up hungover to the track or behave?"
"See when my trainer and team see this, I'm gonna wish I said behave; the truth however..."
"You can be real here girl, no worries," Brittany goes to rest a hand on my knee, as if a serious confession was coming.
"Well, if you insist," I joke sitting up straighter, "all I'm gonna say is Max Verstappen won a championship hangover, so who am I to question science."
The crew loses it before Brittany moves on, "10/10 answer. Has anyone ever said something so bad, so offensive in a press conference that you've wanted to run them over with a car?"
I widen my eyes in fake surprise and lean towards Brittany, making sure to whisper into the mic, "how did you find out about May 23, 2022? No one was supposed to know about that!"
"Now that I know, will you have to kill me?" She replies with the same energy, holding back her laughter.
"No, I don't think so," I suddenly lean back and far to casually say, "something about diplomatic immunity."
"Ohhh ok good! I'm relieved," she wipes fake sweat off of her forehead, "are you ready for the final question?"
"Yes my most royal, supreme leader, I am!"
"Which track is the most slay? Like if the circuits were girls, who's the baddest?"
I break out into an amazed smile and begin to think, "that’s such a good question! I think there are too many different types of slay to just pick one. It depends your personal vibe— the old money girl, who wears linen pants and carries a Hermès bag? Monaco. But on the other end of the spectrum is the trendy, influencer it girl in the form of the Miami GP track. She’s the one you want to pick the club. If I had to choose one of the girls to be the most slay in my eyes, it would be Imola. She’s rich, in vibe and history, and she’s hosted so many of “the greats.” She knows how to party, in a classy way. I feel like she always pairs the correct type of wine with her food. I could never."
"Thats such a good take, if we had all day, I'd listen to you go through all the tracks."
"Maybe later when I'm wine and dining you," I send a joking wink, poking fun at our dinner plans later.
"With the wrong wine pairing?" She fires. I make a mock offended expression.
"Ok now," I look away from her and to the crew behind the camera, "is this shit over? Can I go now?"
"No, stay, I'm sorry! If I can be vulnerable with you right now, I don't know how to pair wine with food either."
"It's like an art! Whenever I go out for a meal and Yuki is there, I make sure to sit next to him and let him take charge. If you mess up around him, you will catch the sass of a thousands real housewives, it's insane," we laugh at the mention of his sass, "I think you would enjoy a dinner with Yuki, he makes great conversation and its fascinating to watch him judge a meal."
"I'll have my people call his people," she jokes before placing the aged paper down on the table and looking into the camera, "Lady YN, you passed!!"
Small applause filled the space once again, "You know Brit, it was tough there for a moment, didn't know if id be able to overtake some of those questions."
"Someone has gotta keep you on your toes, these F1 drivers can get lazy. I offer my congratulations on surviving my royal interrogation! I must ask, has all this truth speaking worked up an appetite?"
"truth speaking?" I whisper, giggling, before Brittany motioned to ignore her poor wordage, "I have, madame Broski!! Bring on the grub!"
"Hell yea! Squires," she claps twice and her crew members bring us both silver platters. With another round of claps, they remove the lids. I see an array of food with different tracks pinned on toothpicks and stuck into them. I smile at the presentation and look up for her to continue, "I prepared several delicacies from across your land! Now, I wanna quiz you on what represents what. You have the tracks printed to help you."
"OMG, ok! I can do this! I see mini croissants with the Moza track and, im assume, that is paired with the candies for Imola. I don't know what they are but I'm going to guess espresso?" Brittany nods and I cheer, "I know the flavors of Italy!"
"This is our low budget version of an Italian breakfast!" She laughs.
"Ohh I see!" I chuckle, "it's wonderful! Am I guessing them all, or are we eating in between?"
"Let's eat between, because I have topics to discuss with each one and I dont wanna have to circle back," we all laugh at her honesty.
"Love the honesty, let's do it!" We both grab the croissants and take a bite, "yes I love a stale, supermarket croissant to represent Italy."
Brittany breaks out into a laughing fit, "and the quality isn't gonna go up from here, so buckle up!" I pop a candy in my mouth before nodding for Brittany to continue, "ok so, do you ever eat your feelings in the Parc ferme over the race results or is that just me on the couch?"
We both crack up before I speak, "its so sweet that my results have an effect on your, I'm flattered! I don't normally eat my feelings, at least until a few hours later. That being said, when fans gift me snacks throughout the day, I do have a tendency to break into them in my drivers room." I smile sheepishly at what I just admitted.
"Oh ok, I see how it is," she rolls her eyes playfully before motioning for me to continue my guessing game.
"I'm interested in this," I raise a cheap paper cup filled with bubbly liquid, "it has the Monaco track, and I wanna say its either grape juice or champagne."
"Bottoms up," Brittany raises her own up and we cheers. I take a large swig and start coughing.
"I did not think that was actually alcoholic!" I pull the cup away from my face and look at it, "I'm sure Charles will be glad to see his glamorous home country is represented by a paper cup."
"You were warned about the quality. For this county, I want to ask if you had a cocktail made in your honor, what would it be? And is it lethal?"
"My answer already exists, but it's a French martini. She's pink, she's fun, she's feminine, I love her! It's a martini with black raspberry liqueur and pineapple juice. And, like me, she's as lethal as you make her!" I finish with a laugh and finish the champagne.
"Thats such a solid answer, I think I'll have to try one at dinner tonight but it does sound very you!"
"Thank you! I love them more than life itself," I smile and see Brittany gesture to continue, "I see some seasoned almonds with the Spanish GP track,"
"Yes these are Spicy Marocna Almonds. And on the topic of spicy things, I wanna hear your best F1 hot take."
"Brittany, you are trying to get me canceled," I tried the almonds while I thought over my answer, "these are amazing! My hot take would have to be, if you have only ever raced in superior machinery you can't call yourself a legend. You don't have to have won, but true legend material can at least show some promise in an underperforming car."
"Oh tea, watch your back after that once," Brittany replies, "ok Lady YN, carry on!"
"Okkkk, I see a very tiny cucumber sandwich," I examine the plate, "for Silverstone?"
"You are correct! I'm getting the feeling this challenge should've been made harder. Someones getting fired," she threatens her team behind the camera before focusing back, "as we dive in, what circuit has the best food."
"Ok," I ponder while chewing the sandwich, "before I get into F1, let me tell you the best place to get food at an IndyCar race."
"Ooooh ok, bonus content!”
"Its not often I get to see Pato race in person, but when I do I let myself get lax on my diet, and if my trainer sees this I'm joking..."
"Girl saying that hot take made you so bold, be careful now," Brittany laughs.
"Oh girl I know this will be brought up in a team meeting," I joke back, "but anyway Road America has the best food, hands down and thats from a fan POV. If I had to pick for F1, the actual tracks themselves I dont know, just because I'm always eating team meals; however, food outside of the track I'm picking the Mexico GP. Nothing is better than authentic Mexican food, and I stand by that."
"I see I see, I would love to try it sometime," she responds.
"Girl, remind me and I'll fly you out! Anyway, I feel like my answer perfectly segways us into our final treat, the food for the Mexico GP, which is represented by 100% authentic chips and queso!" I joke looking down at the tortilla chips covered in poorly melted shredded cheese. Both Brittany and I throw our heads back in laugher and I have to wipe tears from my eyes.
"I thought this was a judgment free zone!" Between laughs Brittany finally gets out her question, "have you ever cried over a meal during a race weekend?"
"Funnily enough I have!"
"Ok, love! What was the meal, and as it worth the breakdown?"
"Oh it was 100% worth it, and it was homemade 'tacos de trompo.' I have no clue what that translates to in English, nor will I be learning."
"Y'all mind if a white girl speaks a little Spanish tonight," Brittany jokes, causing us both to have yet another laughing fit, "can we hear the story behind this cry."
"Ok so what triggered it was the food was truly that damn good. But it was a super bad race weekend, we didn't have a great qualifying position and I didn't make it much higher in the race. Pato had come to the race and I was super upset that I didn't perform very well for him," I began to laugh at the absurdity of this story, "and so to try and make me feel better, Pato cooked his favorite meal in the small hotel suite kitchen. I remember feeling so overwhelmed because he loved me and that dish was so goddamn good! I still beg him to make those tacos one a week."
"I imagine you're across the world, just on the phone begging," Brittany laughs out.
"No I swear, I'm prepared to insulate a box and pay for priority shipping."
"Also cooking dinner? That’s very much wifey material of him,” Brittany comments.
“No literally. When Megan said, ‘I don’t cook, I don’t clean, but let me tell you I got this ring.’ She was speaking to me. Ho was in my walls and wrote that about me.” Everyone in the studio breaks out into a laughing fit at my confession, before Brittany continued through broken laughter.
“Well Lady YN, how did you enjoy the royal feast?" Brittany asks in her special accent.
"It was quite delicious, your highness! I think we need to start a food review show," I say.
"You know, I agree."
"We'll start with the F1 calendar, and then go from there!" I chuckle.
"Quitting my job here as we speak so I can focus on those full time!"
"All these people just got fired in real time," I joke pointing to her crew behind the camera who are all struggling to keep in their giggles.
"They'll be fine, you can only go up from here. Next on the royal agenda is creating you a family crest and that way everything you own can belong to me since you're apart of my realm."
"I wouldn't expect anything less," I glance down at the paper with prompts and look back up, "this is where you ask the serious questions right?"
"Yes!" She smiles and looks into the camera filming on my side, "YN LN fan of the show! First question, you've broken into of the most male dominated sports in the world, what part of the journey tested you the most?"
"The hardest part was seeing the guys id drive with get all these offers and opportunities. It’s not easy for everyone, there are some guys I used to drive with who didn’t make it to f1, so I’m not alone in this struggle. It sucked, and sucks, to know that I don't need to be good enough or equal to these guys, I need to be better to really prove myself. "
"Are you sick of running as fast as you can?" She asks, I giggle before replying.
"Wondering if id get there quicker..."
"If I was a man," we sing together.
'Literally my personal anthem," I laugh.
"Next up, was there every a moment where you felt yourself truly become an F1 driver?"
"There was! I feel like the answer I should give is my first F1 win, however it’s not my honest answer. When you asked that the first thing I thought of was a little girl from the Silverstone GP my first year racing. She ran up to me with the sweetest little accent and told me that I inspired her to work extra hard when karting and that she wants to race like me one day. She then gave me this friendship bracelet that I wear everyday," I raised my arm to show off the bracelet made of different shades of pink and purples, "I actually invited her and her mom to watch that race from the garage and then I got a podium so that was super fun. Being her inspiration made it all feel real, not just her but so many people were watching me and looking up to me. You don't get that feeling unless you're doing something important."
"Thats beautiful," Brittany smiles softly, knowing how much the moment means to me, "I don't know if you have a different answer for this, but what's the moment that made all the sacrifices worth it?"
"When I gifted my mom my very first trophy. I have all the others displayed in my home, but that one," I smile and think back to that day, "I was still sticky with sweat and champagne, running around on the winners high, but everything slowed when I saw her, standing alone amongst the chaos. I didn't even think 'I should give her this,' I just felt it, it was like instinct. We were both crying and it made everything we'd given up worth it," I take a moment to glance up at Brittany, she wears a soft smile and her eyes are on the brink of tears from the happy story and the emotions in my voice. I pause my drawing and straighten up my back, "I owe her so much more than a trophy. I may have sacrificed a normal school career and friends, but she gave up so much money, time, and energy. I mean, my mom let her underaged daughter go racing around Europe without her, I don’t know if I’m even strong enough for that. She deserves the world in repayment."
"Awww come here," in the midst of a normally hilarious and chaotic show, Brittany brought out a sweet and tender moment for me. We had small tears clouding our vision when we embraced, "that was amazing, thank you for sharing that."
"Thank you for letting me!" I smiled, attempting to bring the energy back up, "another good answer would be when I married Pato. I mean everything that brought me to racing also brought me to my smoke show of a husband!"
Everyone laughed, "and we're back to unserious!"
"Girl I am being very serious, I don't play about my man!"
Brittany wiped her tears from laughing before beginning again, "moving on, what kind of legacy do you want to leave? Not just on the race track, but for the girls who come after you?"
"A legacy filled with fearlessness and unapologetic energy. I want people, girls, to look at my life and my career and never see a timid, meek girl; I want them to look and be inspired to be loud and get shit done."
"Get. Shit. Done." Brittany pretended to write on her stack of questions, "I love that and, may I add, you are doing a lovely job at leaving. Watching you on my TV and also getting to know you personally, you give that same energy and this is only the start. I can only imagine what your legacy will develop by the time your old."
"Aww I love you Brit," I make eye contact with the camera, "get you friend like Brittany Broski, she always knows what to say."
"Aww stawp it," she fans herself before whispering, "no keep going, keep going. I kid! What is something you wish male F1 fans would stop saying to/about you?"
"Ugh!" I let out a groan of annoyance, "Anything that involves me sleeping with someone. I got every seat in my career through hard work and grit. This pussy is good, but thats only for my husband to know."
"AHHHH!! YES MA'AM!!" Brittany exclaimed at my statement, cracking the whole studio up, "on that absolutely iconic note, Lady YN please present your shield to the realm!"
"Ok! Everyone please be kind, my drawing skills are not the best," I nervously chuckle holding up my paper.
"Oh its good!"
"Thanks Brit," I smile before continuing, "the first prompt was 'my personal royal court,' so I drew my pit crew as knights, with my trainer holding a gauntlet, and my engineer holding my steering wheel as a sword, all in stick figure form of course. Next was my 'weapon of choice', so I drew my steering wheel again. I debated drawing my rear with open, but DRS is too unpredictable to be my first choice, Oscar would agree. Next, was a 'pre-race comfort,' and I drew a note. I keep this note in my phone case and look at it before every race. It's from Danny Ricc, he left it stuck to my car before my ver first F1 race. The drawing version says, 'now go send it, -Daniel.' The real version," I pause while I retrieve the note, "says ' Hey legend, big day. First F1 race — soak it in. You earned that seat, so trust yourself. Block out the noise, keep it clean off the start, and let the rest come to you. You don’t have to prove everything today — just drive like you know you can. Oh, and smile. You're doing something epic. Now go send it. – Daniel.' I miss Danny in the paddock everyday!"
"I would get that tattooed on me," Brittany says amazed while I show her the aged note.
"I've been debating getting one of the lines tatted, don't temp me or else I will. Anyway, the last piece was to illustrate and write my motto. For this prompt I drew a bottle of champagne surrounded by a laurel wreath, and on the champagne I wrote, 'I don't race to prove, I race to reign.' Before now, I didn't have a motto but being here with you, Brittany, I was inspired," I wrap up with a smile.
"Thats amazing! Would you please sign that for me?" I nod and sign right above the crest, "perfect. Now Lady YN, please take a knee so I may knight thee. It is my upmost privilege and honor to knight thee Grandmistress of the Grid, blessed by racing gods and engine gremlins alike!"
"Thank you Queen Broski!" I exclaim as applause fills the studio once again. She has me the Royal Court mug as a parting gift and I thank her.
"Is there anything you'd like to promote to my realm?"
"Yes! Watch me drive in the Formula 1 racing series! We have practice and qualifying runs, and most importantly, we race on Sundays!" I turn to Brittany once again, "It was amazing to be here! Thank you!"
"It was amazing to have you! Squire, please escort the lovely lady out!" With two claps, a crew member extended their arm for me to take. I gently grab ahold and flutter my cape the same way I did on the way in. I watched as Brittany finished the video and called the day a wrap, "does this make anyone else wanna go to Medieval Times?"
"Oh count me in girl," Brittany exclaims as we both laugh.
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User1 DUO👏OF👏THE👏CENTURY👏
User2 ugh YN looks SO good!!
User3 Pato can you fight???
User4 get me someone who matches my freak like YN LN matches Brittany’s 😩😩😩
User5 “forget about your husband for a minute” HAS ME DEAD
user6 it was so funny to see YN relive her dating days!
User7 no cause her eyes when she was talking about explaining empathy to men… girlie has dating war stories
User8 this is my official petition to get YN on the Broski Report to share dating stories
User9 no cause she’s so real bc if I raced with me, I too would make drop Max and Charles on a date
Used10 I’d be to scared they’d leave me! Charles is so pretty to name drop
User11 LMAO YN SMILING WHEN MENTIONING KIMI DURING THE HOTTEST F1 DRIVER QUESTION!! She’s just like me fr fr
User12 she has 10/10 taste
User13 Yn ate down with the track girlies question!
Ussr14 right?? Like her observations were a 10/10
User15 it makes me wanna draw all the tracks as IT girlies
User16 her brining Yuki up when talking about pairing wine with food?? That’s too sweet
User17 no cause imagine her, Brittany, and Yuki all at dinner— that’s a recipe for disaster!
User18 the low quality spread for different race tracks is cracking me up!!
User19 YN tried so hard to hide her laughter 💀
User20 ok now I really need a Brittany and YN food review show! Imagine they go to all the F1 tracks and then the IndyCar tracks!!
User21 anyone else crying over the Pato taco story?? Like he cares about her and can cook??
User22 dream man right there
User23 answering a serious question and turning it into a Taylor Swift karaoke session is very on brand for YN and Brittany
User24 YN wearing a friendship bracelet from a fan years ago makes me cry!! She’s so sweet and sentimental
User25 no because her saying that was the moment she felt like a driver was actually so nice to hear! It was refreshing for it to not be her actually driving, but rather the impact she has on fans
User26 at the end of the day, YN really does care for us!!
User27 watching YN talk about her mom and both her and Brittany get emotional killed me!! As a mom myself, it’s super nice to see her genuinely care and appreciate what she did!!
User28 YN drawing her team as stick figures and fantasy characters was so clever!!
User29 right, I know they loved it when they saw the video!!
User30 THE LETTER FROM DANIEL??? 😭😭😭
User31 hits different in 2025
User32 he was always so genuine and kind, it’s nice to see little things like that pop up!
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ynln I've been knighted!! My episode of Royal Court is out now!!
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Lilymhe oohh so this is why the internet is broken!
Charles_leclerc name dropped on dates? Champagne in a paper cup?? Mon Dieu! YN, je suis blessé YN, I’m hurt
maxverstappen1 all this time I thought we were friends, turns out I’m just a oblivious wing man…
ynln overdramatic! Both of you! 🙄🙄🙄
Oscarpiastri glad to see my twitter beef with DRS is still relevant!
ynln always my Twitter king 🫶🫶
yukitsunoda0511 a dinner date with you two sounds lovely!! We'll have to plan something soon!!
ynln yesss Yuki!! Please educate us!!
olliebearman mother is mothering
ynln yes Ollie 😌😌😌
patriciooward my love, my angel, my queen 🤍
ynln my king!! I love you 🤍
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